They’d been flirting for a while. Just a light banter back and forth getting to know one another. Friendly talks late about anything and everything sometimes serious and sometimes not, making each other laugh and just in general having a good time. They would admit lightly to each other their attraction. She would tell him things like I want to talk to only you, she would ask if she could text him during his work lunch breaks, or if he would stay up and say goodnight. He told her things like he admired her, that he thought she was beautiful, and that she made him want to drum.
Eventually their friendship and flirting led to little secrets kept between them and nicknames only they knew. He always encouraged her and made sure she knew he had her back if she needed him. He made her smile every day without even trying. She would try her new jokes out on him. He would always laugh even if they weren’t funny.
Tonight they had dinner with friends and she watched him practice with his band. He was a great drummer. He had such passion when he played, you could tell he loved it. He was focused and intent. She sat on a stool in the corner and watched as they practiced It seemed as if they’d been doing this since the beginning of time together, they were so cohesive. When they finished and everyone had packed up to go he hung back practicing a little more and she waited for him.
When he stopped the beat she started walking toward him careful not to bump into his equipment. He set his sticks aside and turned to face her just as she came to stand between his legs. Leaning slightly against his tall torso she kissed him, taking him by surprise. His hands grasped her legs sliding up the back of her thighs under her skirt to pull her smooth naked ass against him, just as her little hands frantically started unbuttoning his jeans while he sat on his throne behind the drums. Freeing his cock she shifted her body sitting in his lap letting him hold her balancing them with his body, working himself into her until he was as deep as he could go.
Breathing hard, her head on his shoulder she clenched around him grinding. He wrapped his arms around her, nudging her until she faced him, kissing her, biting her lip, he began fucking her slowly so they didn’t fall off his throne or knock the drums over. They were facing the windows and anyone walking past could see in but couldn’t see much because the drums protected most of what they were doing. Still the act of being so public and his steady rocking into her had her panting his name in his ear within minutes. She was speaking in Gaelic to him as she came hard around him pushing herself down on him trying to get deeper and pushing him further. Grabbing her with one hand on her hip and another on her shoulder he pushed her down on him hard kissing her and looking her in the eyes he fell over the edge with her.
He was locking up the space later and she seemed as if she was in a hurry so he asked her why and she told him “I may make you want to drum, but you make me want to write, I need to go”, she kissed him softly and left with a promise she’d text.